I know, I know. I fully expect we'll have to kill a pack of werewolves and crown a new dwarven king before anything can be done.
[ Nothing is ever easy, especially when you're too polite (or politically savvy) to conscript your friends' soldiers and requisition their supplies.
He is emotional, though. And tired. If she'd like to believe, for now, that he wouldn't lie to her, there's exhaustion and disappointment and an endless song in his head to blame for the way his voice strains to sound gamely pleasant. ]
Of course, Leliana. [ sobs ] But if you want me to spy for you, I want a good code name.
And keep Shale entertained all the while, I know. Perhaps if we said Corypheus were an avian overlord of some description...
( She loves Shale, but their stony friend, but patience had never really been Shale's greatest virtue.
This doesn't sit well with her. It isn't right, but there are any number of reasons for Alistair to sound off, and her first thought is not easily tipped to my oldest friend is lying to me. Surely she is over thinking it; Alistair and she had always agreed on so much, even if the Chantry had never been on of those things. Surely he would understand the gravity of this? Surely he would not lie.
She has been on edge since the Conclave, and Evelyn and Zevran and each thing has piled atop the other, and now she would suspect even Alistair of deception? No. She must be wrong. )
A fair trade. ( She considers for perhaps... ten seconds, before offering ) Nug de l'acier.
( NUG OF STEEL. Not "lacey nug," though perhaps that could also apply. )
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no subject
[ Nothing is ever easy, especially when you're too polite (or politically savvy) to conscript your friends' soldiers and requisition their supplies.
He is emotional, though. And tired. If she'd like to believe, for now, that he wouldn't lie to her, there's exhaustion and disappointment and an endless song in his head to blame for the way his voice strains to sound gamely pleasant. ]
Of course, Leliana. [ sobs ] But if you want me to spy for you, I want a good code name.
no subject
( She loves Shale, but their stony friend, but patience had never really been Shale's greatest virtue.
This doesn't sit well with her. It isn't right, but there are any number of reasons for Alistair to sound off, and her first thought is not easily tipped to my oldest friend is lying to me. Surely she is over thinking it; Alistair and she had always agreed on so much, even if the Chantry had never been on of those things. Surely he would understand the gravity of this? Surely he would not lie.
She has been on edge since the Conclave, and Evelyn and Zevran and each thing has piled atop the other, and now she would suspect even Alistair of deception? No. She must be wrong. )
A fair trade. ( She considers for perhaps... ten seconds, before offering ) Nug de l'acier.
( NUG OF STEEL. Not "lacey nug," though perhaps that could also apply. )